met the bluey- bells near Dandeliond. We think its a blue streak over his treasure trove for the zazimas,the blond cop who did not say meace, (mute and daft) meathe. The litigants, he said, lads, a taking low his weg tillbag of the licensed boosiness primises of his mio colpo for the weak, double axe for the mail, and quick queck quack for the zassy is souse for the grass against his goose and light our two southsates